Excursion

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She messaged me the address to her office.

This was a surprise.

We’ve been chatting online for a few days and have really hit it off. I don’t normally fuck around with the whole online flirting thing. Too many secrets. Plus, I’m just better face to face.

But something about her drew me in fast. She is different. Genuine. Every text she sends me glows with sweetness. She disarmed me right away.

Yes, it helps that she’s incredibly incredibly stunning to look at. Literally. Heart-stopping, breath-holding, blood-rushing stunning.

And the address that I’m now pasting into my maps app is the ticket to making the fantasy real.

It’s not often in a guy’s life where the fantasy girl at the center of recently elevated levels of your arousal and repeated masturbatory sessions is suddenly texting you her address.

Yet here I am.

Driving.

The address text is made even more thrilling by one that comes after it.

“Oops. Forgot to mention that my boss and co-workers are all out of state. I’m the ‘unlucky’ girl that drew the short straw and has to watch the office. Alone.”

I almost drive off the road. Pretty sure my raging hard-on just shifted the steering wheel.

“Perhaps we can turn your luck around,” I texted back.

Fuck yes I’m texting and driving. Don’t judge me. A beautiful woman awaits. Being a rebel is called for.

I pull up to her building, go up the elevator to her floor and down the hall to her office. I’m actually fucking nervous. What has this girl done to me?

Before I walk in, I decide to text her first.

“I’m here. Just outside your office.”

A minute later I hear a voice behind me.

“Your not gonna fucking kill me are you? I’m gonna be super pissed if I just invited a serial killer to my office.”

I turn around and smile. Goddamn she’s even more striking in person. Her pics are always sexy, but seeing the whole package standing before you is another kind of arousal.

“Nah, killing’s not my thing,” I reply to her. “But I am gonna rob the shit out of you.”

She smiles.

I melt.

“What are you thinking about,” she asks.

“Kissing you.”

“But, Mr. Proper, we’ve only just met. That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of you.”

“I’ll have you know, Miss B, that compared to the things you yourself have begged me to do to you, I think just wanting to kiss you is a valiant desire.”

“Then what the fuck are you wa–”

Before she can finish her sentence, I grab her by the waist and pull her to me forcefully. She gasps then smiles. I brush my nose against hers, smiling back, and then press my lips softly to hers.

Her eyes close as we twirl our lips around each other’s. No tongue, just our lips interlocking and dancing about.

For 3 minutes. 6 minutes. More. My lips are starting to tingle numb just from the sensation of kissing her for what feels like a taste of a wanted eternity. And I want more than a taste.

“Are you going to invite me in or should I just undress you in this hallway and have you right here in front of all these office gnomes.”

“I’m sure they’d all like to watch. They’re always staring.”

She’s talking about her DDD tits.

“I’d be staring too,” I tell her.

“But you haven’t even glanced at them once, yet. Don’t you like them?”

“I’m not even gonna answer that. A) you know I do. And B) I’ve been too busy staring into your eyes. It’s nice to see them, but even nicer to see the reflection of myself within them. And then there’s kissing you.”

We kiss again. More uncontrolled. Hands beginning to roam.

“C’mon. Follow me,” she says, eventually breaking away and leading me through a back door into her part of the office.
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It is very ungentlemanly of me but I have to. There’s no way I can take it slow. No way I can focus on every detail of her the way I want to while feeling this way.

The urge is too strong. It clouds everything else. This played differently in my head on the way here, but seeing her in person ignites a desire like no other.

That’s why I’m bending her over a desk.

That’s why I’m lifting her skirt and sliding her panties over.

That’s why my cock is out and at her entrance.

A kiss in the hall and no other foreplay. So unlike me. But then again, this girl has made me feel things I haven’t felt in forever.

So I shove it in.

No easing, no teasing, no savoring every slow inch as it pushes in.

I plunge it in. Fully and all at once.

Because I have to.

And she is WET AS FUCK.

Goddamn.

She wants it too as badly as I do.

Oh goddamn. Goddamn!!

This revelation escalates my desire even more. A passion reciprocated— the hottest fucking feeling.

Ten days ago, we’d never talked. Ten minutes ago I saw her for the first time. Ten seconds ago I wasn’t even inside of her. Now I couldn’t fuck her hard enough.

I’m pounding away at her like a madman. A man possessed with such a ridiculous want, that I’ve thrown all customs and ritual out the window and like an animal I’m fucking her ferociously.

Her pussy is as perfect as the rest of her. And to top it off, she’s orgasmic.

I hear her scream into the desk. I feel her clinch around my cock. I grab a fistful of her hair and fuck her even more.

I spin her over to her back. Shit is falling off the desk everywhere. She busts open her sweater, I shove the top of her dress down her shoulders revealing her bra.

Pink and barely containing her perfectly full breasts.

I fuck her harder still.

Her tits rock back and forth, quickly falling out of the bra.

Fuck her nipples are perfect. My fingers MUST have them and I circle them lightly before pinching her brilliant tips firmly as I plunge my dick in and out in full deep thrusts.

She’s cumming again and this time the sight of her gorgeous face in orgasmic knots is pushing me over the edge. Her sweet cum moans ring in my ear and invade my brain.

I welcome it, every sense of our fuck, every way I can experience her O consumes me and pushes me over the edge.

I scream her name and erupt.

Gushes of me pump inside of her.

No condom. No pulling out.

Just loads of my thick hot cum filling her up. She moans wildly as she feels it pumping inside her. I cum so goddamned hard that I’m dizzy, but I can’t stop. I want more of this spectacular woman.

Immediately I drop to my knees. I never even bothered to take her panties off and now they’re all soiled in my cum and her juices.

I slide her soaked knickers off of her and pin her hands underneath her as I dive into her delicious cum-filled sex. As I lick her deeply, I tie her hands together with her own soaked panties.

Slightly bound, fully clothed with her tits busting out and legs thrown over my shoulders, this goddess cums louder and harder than any woman I’ve ever heard as I lick and lick and lick her religiously. My thumb in her ass, my tongue artfully working her clitoris, I drain her in waves and waves of climax.

My beard is soaked in us.

The room is ringing with the sound of her.

She smells every bit as delightful as she tastes and I can’t stop staring at this masterpiece of sex and beauty before me.

My cock fully hard again, I must have her again.

I step over the desk debris that’s fallen to the floor and mount her head, dangling off the desktop.

She opens her mouth wantingly and slowly I feed her my throbbing beast, still coated in her delectable sex.

She moans into my piece.

I grab her mountainous tits firmly and pump her mouth in a slow calm rhythm.

I love feeling her mouth against me.

So loving.

So skilled.

Loving it every bit as much as me.

My climax hits me fast and I want to pull out and pay tribute to this living angel by spraying her in my desire, but I can’t pull out.

Her mouth.

Her kiss.

Feels so fucking right.

So I let her drain me, consume me and once again I’m draining my nut inside her.

And like a savory nectar, she vocalizes her pleasure as she swallows my every shot.

This woman!! Goddamn!!

I pull my dick from her mouth and replace it with my kiss as I reach down and touch her body more.

We kiss and kiss, deeply, slowly, our breath in perfect unison, working ourselves back up again, a perfect loop of desire, no ending in sight.

Photos courtesy of the actual @dddlightful Follow her on Twitter! She is so fucking sweet and absolutely stunning as you can see here.

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Wicked Wednesday

And Everything Reminds Me Of You

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It’s been two years since I’ve fucked you, Melody.

2 years.

2 fucking years.

I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever fucking shake thoughts of you.

Or if I even fucking want to.

I remember every goddamn detail of our adventurous life. Every fuck. Every suck. Every thrust inside of you a tiny life of its own. Every orgasm a universe.

The major events of our life always sealed in cum.

You claiming my virginity with one unprotected thrust, filling your hole and the next 12 years of our life.

Fucking you in the church on our wedding day, moments before walking down the aisle with no panties on, my cum running down your leg under your marriage gown.

Afterwards, when the preacher gave us a private moment in his chambers before the chaos of the reception and you suggest that instead of kissing or whispering our loving dreams to each other, that I should choke you with the Father’s rosary while fucking you with the giant Jesus cross on his desk.

Just the suggestion made our love feel otherworldly. Above God. Above establishment. Above rules.

We refrained from the cross fucking (that would come years later), but I did quickly sodomize you over the back of his black leather couch, all those pictures of Christ watching us as I came in your asshole.

We loved being watched.

We loved being alone.

Wedding night monogamy to honeymoon orgies in Thailand, I live them all every day.

Our years of sabbatical from multiple partners spent worshipping only each other. We had had sex most people only fantasize about, but the hottest thing ever was you begging for my seed. Begging to impregnate you.

“I’m going to make you pregnant. Have my baby, Melody,” I would scream as I filled her with sperm.

Remember how incredibly hard we both came?

Remember how incredibly hard we fucked when the pregnancy test came back positive?

For a girl with a cum fetish, getting impregnated was the ultimate rush.

And creating life made us feel even more like gods.

Years of monogamy produced great memories and great bonds. BDSM and D/s exploration fulfilled our desire for adventure and our hunger for heightened things.

I remember every step.

I remember every second.

I remember our return to the open lifestyle. It felt so natural and right.

Everything with you did.

As the children reached school age, the frantic schedule of parenting and monotony of PTA meetings and soccer team lunches made us crave balance.

All those sex-deprived dads constantly staring at your tits, all those weary mothers with their hand on my thigh smiling non-stop as I gave them attention their husbands hadn’t done in years.

Remember how we felt being around all those unhappy couples? Like we were the only ones who truly understood the dance of men and women?

Again we floated above it all.

Gods.

Gods with bottomless appetites for life and desire.

And I remember it feeling like fate aligned it all for us.

Complications with the last baby left you unable to have more. I got a vasectomy to make it equal. I remember sitting on the operating chair, about to get my balls cut open, but having the largest erection thinking of how popular it makes guys at the parties.

Hell, we were always popular anyway and our return to the lifestyle was met with fanfare.

We could have eased into it. But that’s not our style.

We chose the “private” swinger club. The quotes meaning it wasn’t much of a secret and $30 would buy a night’s membership so it wasn’t much of an exclusive club either.

What it did have though was lots and lots and lots of hard cock. And lots and lots and lots of free wet pussy.

Remember what you said as we pulled up in the car and I asked you how many people were you hoping to fuck that night?

“As many as humanly possible. And then some.”

Your hopes came true. And then some.

Godfuckingdamn I loved it. Both watching and fucking. Relentlessly. Like we didn’t miss a beat.

We were gods. Born again in a baptism of fuck. Never looking back.

Wicked Wednesday

Words Fail

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The following is an excerpt from an email I sent the lovely Jenna. She is a very sexy girl and I recommend JennasAttic. I wrote this for her, but she said I could share.

Do you cuss during sex? I love the moment during heavy fucking when sentences fail and all that comes out are expletives. And then taking it even further, making her cum so goddamn hard that words even fail and grunts and wails and gasps of breath is all that’s left. The whining cry of a woman losing her fucking shit in orgasms, reaching a point of climax so extreme, her body lights up, she loses muscle control and her body just twitches as she vocalizes high pitch bursts of sexnoise.

Ever had a guy get off while eating you out? As he licks you with deep passionate kisses in your pinkest of parts, he moans into you like you’re the greatest fucking thing he’s ever tasted.

He grabs you by your bare ass so he can pull you deeper into his face. He’s licking you so thoroughly you can’t handle it anymore. You can’t contain it. So you cum. Veryfuckinghard!!

It drives him crazy hearing your orgasms, feeling you gush and twitch against his mouth. It feeds his fever for you. He eats you harder. He practically yells into your pussy.

“Godfuckingdamn this pussy tastes good!!!!”

He must cum with you. You have him so close already just from experiencing your pleasure, your heat. He wipes your puddled wetness from his face and uses it to fist his own cock.

He lathers his throbbing beast with your pussy’s wetness, strokes it and massages your delicious juices into his dick as he continues to devour your pussy, even though you are cumming so hard that you think you might actually black out.

He feels his nut about to burst. He’s moments away from erupting. But he MUST be inside your pussy, your cunt that has fed his every taste in every sense, your sexheat that’s fulfilled him so.

This cum is yours, not his.

So he forces himself to un-mouth you, places his fuck-stick at your entrance, takes a breath and pierces you deeply and fully in one thrust.

He knows his cum is seconds away from blasting so he thrusts as motherfucking hard and as motherfucking fast as possibly, fucking you, humping you, FUCK-KING you, penetrating you as many times as possible before he explodes.

Even after he yells your name, grits his teeth, and shoots stream after stream of his thick and hearty liquid fire inside of you, he continues to fuck. He continues to claim your cunt over and over until he can’t thrust anymore.

He collapses at your feet.

He sees his fresh steaming hot cum oozing from you, sees your glistening swollen sex and must have you more. He must. He has no choice. It’s everything he wants.

So he crawls between your legs and licks at your fuck once again, slowly, lightly. Savoring and worshipping your body and the lust pool you both made.

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Initiation

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It was summer when Melody took my virginity and we spent the next 2 weeks locked in my bedroom doing nothing but fucking.

School was out. We had no jobs. Rent was paid. We had nothing else to do.

Just.

Fucking.

So I should’ve known when Mel invited me to join her at the home of Rugby and Bristol, a married couple 20 years our senior, that something naughty was afoot.

Melody gave me no warning.

But before I knew it, all four of us were in a hot tub and the girls were topless, both pair of their amazingly large tits bobbing at the bubbly surface.

“Don’t you like Bristol’s tits,” Melody plainly asked.

I did. Greatly.

Bristol was 40 but could have easily been a decade younger. Thick, but not overweight, pale skinned and brunette. She reminded me of that sexy British lady chef I’ve always wanted to fuck.

“She’ll let you touch them,” encouraged Rugby, referring to Bristol’s glorious boobs.

I looked at Melody. She looked back at me like she does when she wants to get fucked.

Bristol stood up a bit, her tits rising above the steamy surface. I took a tit in each hand and lifted them up. They were so full. So heavy.

I could feel Melody moving in closer and feeling for my cock to see if I was hard.

I was.

Then she took one of Bristol’s tits from my hand and placed her mouth on it, sucking at her nipple deeply.

And there it was. My new girlfriend, the girl who only 15 days before tool my virginity, sucking the tit of a 40 year old right in front of me, my own hand still groping her other.

“Kiss her,” Rugby’s voice suggest across from us.

I lean in and kiss Bristol. She moans into my mouth.

We kiss a bit more but I eventually break away and join Melody in sucking Bristol’s tits.

I can feel her pulling her bottoms off.

Melody follows suit.

I do the same. The hot water felt great on my stiff bare dick.

“Suck Melody’s tits now,” Rugby commanded.

And we obeyed.

Melody was very vocal as we suckled her thick nipples. My loud girl was even louder.

“Left her up on the deck.”

We did.

Bristol followed her up, still kissing Mel and her tits as I positioned myself between her two legs which dangled down into the tub.

I was surprised to find her pussy so incredibly soaked on the inside. It was obvious Melody was getting off on this so hard and it turned me on how highly she was aroused.

I dove into her pussy and licked away at Mel with a devoted fever. In our two weeks together I had learned quickly how she licked to be eaten out and I had her cumming in no time.

Melody screamed her orgasm into a muffled kiss with Bristol. It was a sound I loved immediately and would grow to crave.

“Now do that to my wife”

Bristol and Melody exchanged places giggling. And I proceeded to eat Bristol’s pussy as her husband watched and as my new gal sucked at her tits.

Bristol tasted divine.

I slid two fingers deeply inside her four-decade old cunt and flicked away at her g-spot as my tongue rapidly swirled around her stiff clit.

Bristol erupted into a shaking wet orgasm against my face. I showed no mercy and only licked her harder, fingered her deeper.

Her orgasms also muffled, but not by a kiss of the mouth. By Melody’s tit that was dangling into our lover’s mouth.

“Your turn, Will.” Rugby looked at me. “Let him have it girls.”

All 3 of us were now laying on the wooden deck of the jacuzzi. I was on my back looking down at my cock disappearing inside of Bristol’s married mouth.

Fuck she was good.

Bristol’s stellar blow job was heightened by the addition of Melody kissing and licking my balls and under them.

2 mouths on my cock and balls. Motherfucker. A single mouth would never feel the same.

And then it happened.

Before I even know it, Bristol is pulling me out of her mouth and climbing on top of me. In another second she is mounting my dick.

Only my 2nd pussy ever, my second fuck a mere 2 weeks after my first and in the presence of her husband and my girlfriend.

And she’s great.

Bristol’s pussy feels as fine as it tasted and this woman…

Knew.

How. To. Fuck.

“Do you want to cum inside my wife,” I hear Rugby ask.

And before I could answer, I was.

In buckets.

Feverishly, Mel pushes her off me and pins her down on the deck, face down in her sex, eating away at Bristol’s cunt as my fresh hot cum oozes out of her fuck-worn pussy.

While Mel is licking her, Rugby finally gets out of the tub and moves over to the girls.

His cock is gigantic. At least a foot and thick as fuck.

He drops to his knees at Melody’s ass and enters her pussy with ease.

She barely flinches and takes his monstrous cock fully inside her with pleasure as she licks away at Bristol.

Rugby is pumping her good and hard.

Bristol cums from Mel’s skilled licking.

Rugby screams Melody’s name as he fucks her even harder, gripping her hair and smacking her ass roughly as he plows her.

He’s a goner within a minute.

My girlfriend, my future wife, yells out to him “Cum in me, you fuck!!!”

And he does, gnashing his teeth.

It all has me fully hard once again.

As soon as Rugby pulls out of Melody, I plug myself inside of her.

He’s stretched her a bit and her pussy is slick with his cum. The sensation is fucking ecstatic though and I fuck her harder than I ever have.

My stamina is high and her pussy, lubed in another man’s cum and gaping from his thick dick, doesn’t feel as tight so I’m able to fuck her longer than ever. Melody starts cumming more.

Her orgasmic convulsions skyrocket my own climax and soon I too am adding my cum inside of Melody’s beautiful shared fuck hole.

Bristol kisses me on the mouth, begging me to eat her pussy some more.

“Go on, boy,” says Rugby playing with Mel’s tits as she catches her breath. “You’re just getting started.”

And like that a decade of fuckery began.

How To Succeed In Promiscuity Without Really Trying

Wicked Wednesday

There’s a game that Melody and I would sometimes play. A friendly competition that we would play apart, but enjoy together later when we divvied up our winnings.

The goal was simple. How many different people could we perform sex acts with in a 24 hour period. Orgies were off limits. Threesomes ok. And it didn’t have to be penetration. Just naughty. Kissing even counted if the story was good enough.

The game would begin at 7am on Saturday and end back at our house at 7am on Sunday. Sometimes we would add a theme or special rules.

Examples: People we’ve never been with before. Couples only. People in their 20s. People in their 50s. Public spaces only. BDSM encounters. Watching only. Sex toys only. Interracial only. Oral only. And on and on.

This particular day was a free for all. Anything goes. Which meant the numbers would be high.

We would keep score by cataloging the time, name of the person and a description of what we did. Bonus point if we got pic or video. (Not sharing any of those here out of respect for privacy.)

Below is my scorecard from that day.

7:30am – Sumalee (a playmate of ours)
Woke her up by knocking loudly on her door. She answered the door in nothing but a t-shirt, bush peeking out. She was pissed but I told her I just HAD to fuck her and couldn’t wait a minute. She let me in. I bent her over the back of the nearest chair and fucked her from behind. Came inside her. Left her t-shirt on.

8:15am – Lucy (a co-worker’s sister)
Called her. She was still in bed. Had phone sex with her. Listened to her use a vibrator on herself as I talked her to a climax. She wanted me to come fuck her but her masturbation just counted so I told her I was busy.

9:30am – Lindsay (stranger)
Met a girl in a coffee shop. We talked about an hour. Convo turned very sexy and flirty. We snuck inside a bathroom at the back of the store. I sat on the edge of the toilet. She put one foot on my leg and I pulled her to my mouth, licking away at her panties, then pulling them aside as she swing her other leg around my shoulder and held onto the wall for balance. She came quickly and was surprised when I turned down a blow job. We exchanged numbers and I said goodbye.

11:03am – Celeste (stranger)
Found her on a singles app. Her pics were sexy. Full-figured gal with amazingly full tits. We’d been texting dirty all day. I told her I really just wanted to fuck her. Nothing more. She said come over. I did. She opened the door wearing a thin black dress. It was on the floor in less than a minute. I slid on a condom and was inside of her seconds after that. I loved how her huge tits bounced all around as I fucked her hard and fast. It only took me about 2 minutes to cum. I didn’t hold back. Didn’t wait for her. After I came, I dumped the contents of the condom on her massive chest, licking myself off her while I fingered her. She was so wet, the fingering quickly turned to fisting. She came loudly in just under two minutes. I got dressed and left. It was 11:12am. (Surprisingly a 9 minute encounter is not my record).

12:45pm – Annabelle (Mel’s sometimes sub)
I already reeked of pussy so went back home to shower. Didn’t even notice Annabelle was in our bed until after I got out. She told me she and Melody had fucked a couple hours ago and Mel let her sleep here after. Annabelle asked me if I wanted to fuck her too, but I had more in mind. I had her put on Melody’s clothes, perfume and makeup. I made a video of me fucking Anna’s mouth as her head dangled off my marriage bed. Adding to the video, I then let Anna wear Mel’s strap on and fuck me in the ass as I called her Melody. I’ve never even let Mel, herself, do this to me, though after watching the video she’d certainly want to later. As Annabelle pinned me, she reached around and jerked me off. I came on Mel’s pillow. A fitting end. This will be worth several points.

4:00pm – Raven and Miller (call girls)
I paid 2 call girls to come to our house and fuck each other on my already soiled bed. They went at it for a solid hour while Annabelle and I watched. Anna would eventually join them and they made each other cum well. I kissed them all on the mouth as they left.

6:15pm – Izzy and Mac (swinger friends)
Dinner ended in me drinking wine being poured off Izzy’s tits while Mac watched. Mac then fucked her with the empty wine bottle while she sucked at me. They kissed while I fucked Izzy’s pussy. After I came inside of her, instead of eating her out like he normally does, I let Mac suck his wife’s fuck juices off my limp dick.

9:00pm – Macy (Stripper, occasional party girl, have fucked her before)
While she gave me a lap dance, Macy let me suck her tits in the middle of the club. She whispered in my ear how wet it made her and then bent over in my face to show me the dark blue puddle that seeped through her light blue panties.

9:35pm – Nadia (stripper)
Discreetly fingered her in the V.I.P. room. She not-so-discreetly gave me a hand-job through my pants. Didn’t cum. Actually faked it though so she would stop.

10:45pm – Sadie and Penny (partygirls)
Arrived at a party thrown by Ripken, a lifestyler. Orgies were off limits, but sex parties were not. In fact, Melody had beaten me there and was already in a backroom with 2 men. Her 2nd pair of men, I was also told. Sadie was a semi-regular to these parties. Only chatted her up about 10 minutes before we grabbed a spot in a group area. Penny was a friend of Sadie’s and a first-timer. She only watched at first. Sadie rode my face as I ate her to a long fulfilling climax that got the attention of the entire room. It was enough to pique Penny’s interest so she took a ride on my face as well. Her center was sweet so I ate her slower, but her climax was no less intense. I felt Sadie pull off my pants and mount me as Penny continued cumming on my face. Sadie never made me cum. We eventually repositioned where I was fucking Penny while kissing Sadie hard on the mouth. Came in surprisingly furious amounts inside of Penny, who had a high quality pussy.

Midnight – Melody (wife)
Surprised Mel with a kiss while she had 2 more guys’ dicks inside of her. She was getting fucked so hard, I don’t even know if she noticed it was me.

1:25am – Olive and M.K. (partygirls)
I’d been with neither before. Olive had a private room there at the hotel where the party was so we went back to it. Had a feeling Mel was already outpacing me so said “fuck it” and enjoyed my time with these two. Olive was into bondage and had bed restraints so fun was had with those and some crops, clamps and other sex toys. My stamina was so high at this point, the ladies had a hard time making me cum, but climaxed on their own numerous times giving it a try. Then I found out M.K. was only 19 and lost it while tit fucking her.

4am – Talia (Mel’s sister-in-law)
I knew her husband, Melody’s brother was out of town. Talia texted me about 2am telling me so. She was home drunk from a bar. I got the message after being with Olive and M.K. and headed over there. Talia and I had fucked before, a threesome with Melody. Watching Melody fuck her own brother’s wife was one of the craziest and hotest things we had done. Talia and I carried out a solo affair for a few months after. I disclosed it to Mel of course, though Talia didn’t know that Mel knew. When I got to Talia’s I saw Melody’s car. Fuck. She was one step ahead of me again. I knocked on the door and Talia let me in. Melody smiled at me wickedly. Talia joined her on the couch and I watched for a bit as the sisters went at it before I couldn’t stand it any more and had to join in.

6am – Just me and Mel
Talia had passed out. I led Melody, who had a hard time walking, honestly, to Talia’s bathroom where I had a bathtub full of hot water waiting for her. I helped her inside and bathed her tenderly as we began sharing our night’s scores until daybreak. Then we headed home. Together.

Dillon Drills Me; I Drill Dillon

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“Why were you with Melody so long?”

Dillon had been dying to ask I know, but it’s not the conversation that I wanted to have right now. In fact, I didn’t want any conversation. She had to slide her mouth off my dick to ask it and I knew she was just fucking with me. I was about to cum, nearing the edge and she stops mid-suck to ask me this.

Clever fucking girl.

We had been playing around with denying each other orgasms, seeing who could bring the other closest to the edge, seeing who couldn’t stand it anymore and demanded to cum, etc.

“I don’t want to answer that right now.”

“Why?”

“Well for one, I want you to continue this brilliant head you’re giving me.”

She opens her mouth and hovers above my tip, just barely grazing my dick with her lips. I could feel her hot breath wash over it and I wanted it stuffed in her attentive mouth badly.

I squirmed.

“How about you tell me,” she teases, “and then I’ll finish you off. I’ll even let you decide if I should swallow or wear you all over my face and chest.”

She then brought her wide open mouth down on me, not touching my cock at first, then locked her mouth around me and sucked up my shaft torturously slow, digging the tip of her tongue into my dickhole as she reached the top. It was the best fucking feeling and torture all at once. Because she stopped.

“Tell me why. Why were you with Melody so long?”

“Honestly? For sex.”

“Fucking her was that good?”

“Yes.”

“How good? Tell me in detail.”

Dillon begins sucking me tenderly and slow.

“She always wanted it. She was down for anything and good at everything. The smallest, wettest pussy. The biggest tits. Dangerously skilled mouth.”

Dillon’s now sucking me harder and more passionately. I continue.

“She was orgasmic to a fault. She’d cum just crossing her legs sometimes. She loved watching me fuck other women and I loved watching her fuck men and women. They were all so amazed with her. If ever there was a woman born to do nothing but fuck, it’s Melody.”

Dillon is sucking me hungrily and talking about fucking Melody has me climaxing more than anything. I wanted to cum in Dillon’s throat as I thought about Melody’s throat, but I also wanted Dillon more than ever.

I grabbed Dill by the face and pulled her to my mouth for a deep kiss. She positioned herself quickly on top of me and inside of her.

We fucked and kissed savagely, Dillon humped me with might as I growled into her kiss.

I wanted to add something else.

“But if Melody was here right now, I would choose you. I would fuck you senselessly and cum for hours making her only watch. And it would make her jealous, Dillon, because no one can make her cum like I did. And we would make her watch as you came and came and came.”

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I kiss her again.

She cums.

I cum an instant after her and in harmony we continue to fuck until my cock is drained.

Dillon’s breathing hard and can barely speak, but she manages another question.

“But what would she do now? After watching you make me cum and ejaculating inside of me?”

I knew exactly what she’d do. What she did many times before.

“She’d come over here and eat my cum out of your pussy, licking you better than I could even dream, making you cum harder than I ever could. Once you finished an endless cascade of O’s, she’d put on a strap on and fuck you more. Again, fucking you harder and better than I’m even physically possible. She would fuck you until you were a quivering pile of mush or passed out. Probably both. And then she’d walk over to me and beg me to fuck her.”

“Would you,” Dillon asked sweetly.

“No. I’m done with her.”

Dillon smiled and kissed me deeply. I kissed her back and could tell we were falling for each other. Which made me feel horrible because I just bluntly lied to her.

I would fuck Melody in a heartbeat.

Thoughts on Dillon

Did I mention how great it felt to fuck Dillon? Because it felt great. Like FUCKING great. Like revenge-fucking-a-tight-ass-body-that-I’ve-masturbated-to-years-and-I-feel-like-a-badass-because-she-hasn’t-orgasmed-in-ages-and-I-made-her-cum-multiple-times-and-her-christ-she-can-screw-and-I-think-I-could-lick-her-sex-forever-and-ever type of “fucking great.”

Getting the privilege of bedding this beauty was SO EASY too, like fate, itself, was arranging my booty calls. I saw her at the bar. She hadn’t spoken to me since Melody and I split and why would she? She was Melody’s friend first and we only every made the cordial hellos and small talk when we would run into each other. I’m not sure what Mel told all her friends when she left me, but I’m assuming it was spun in her favor. Melody soon showed her true colors though and fucked Dillons boyfriend one night. The BF called Melody up after fighting with Dillon. Mel should have known he was up to no good. She should have told the asshole to kick fucking rocks. But she didn’t. Melody never turns down dick. Ever. Worst part was she even bragged about it later to mutual friends who immediately saw her as a piece of shit and ran to Dillon with all the details. Dillon broke up with the boy and told Melody to go to hell.

So when I saw Dillon in the bar I approached her only because I knew the two of us could have quite the fun Mel-hate conversation. I never predicted that I’d be balls-deep inside of her and fucking her every day of the week. Our bar encounter happened on Friday. Today’s Thursday and she just left. I can’t remember the last time I fucked the same girl seven days in a row. OK, I can remember. Melody, of course. But I’m not gonna taint this post about Dillon with tales of Mel. There’s plenty of time for the divulging of that later.

So back to Dillon and the bar. I’ll never forget the first words she said to me.

“You must have superpowers. Because how the hell could anyone stay married to that cunt for so long?”

This was before a “hello” or anything was spoken. I always knew Dillon was gorgeous. I had no idea how funny she could be too.

“You know what they say. With great power comes great responsibility. I took her so none of my fellow men would have to deal with her. Took one for the team. That and I think she drugged me.”

She laughed and asked me to sit next to her.

I wouldn’t leave her side until morning.

After a night of drinks, laughs and lots of passionate fuck, the morning began tender and sweet.

We didn’t speak a word. We kissed. God we kissed for an hour at least. Yes, it led to more fucking. (Great fucking actually. She rode me reverse cowgirl, but humped me so goddamn slow, I could feel every wet hot bit of her. I loved the sensation of her pussy dragging slowly against my length and I came quickly. She loved how quickly I came too. Made her feel powerful and she loved that I came inside of her without fear.) But it was more than just a morning bang. It was tender and sweet. Unexpected.

She felt it to. So much so that she felt like she had to say something.

“I knew I was gonna fuck you the moment you walked into that bar,” she told me. “But I never expected to fuck you twice. Or stay the night. Or get intimate with you with kisses and shit.”

“Weird. I don’t remember ‘shit’ being involved. I think I would’ve asked you to leave a long time ago.”

It was a dumb joke. She laughed anyway.

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I’m not. And I REALLY don’t want to give Melody the satisfaction of ever playing victim or even matchmaker or whatever if we became an item. So we can never do that, ok?”

“Never an item. Got it.”

“But that’s not going to stop me from coming by later so you can fuck the hell out of me tonight and make gentle love in the morning. Because I could get use to that. Could you?”

I smiled and nodded shyly. Fuck, I think I even bit my lip and looked down. This could get dangerous. But I like it.

Seven days straight. And counting.